Time for Worms

yesterday it was 63
and the grass was green
I napped on it
and in the sun

today it is april 14th
before the dawn and
it is snowing.
downy snowning down

the green has white fluffing,
mashed potatoes mixed up
in a green bean salad

the grass proud, virile

the snow cold, passive

pause is all
we do. looking on
as the great opposites
battle.

we wait
for the sun to fade
for the snow to melt.
until either winter’s over
or summer’s failed

"No work today.
that is for days when
things don’t happen"

when green and white are separate


look on the ground though
at the worms who’ve stretched
their sticking sluggish bodies out into icicles

They've retreated to the sidewalk
to evade the dirt (which froze into glass)
and the snow (which is blanched white,
insensate maces)

for these worms,
flesh colored
frozen into mounds of cold sand,

the green and white

was not a battle
to ride out
but to escape

patience works when
things don’t need
to be done

they died
(chalky and curdled)
without time to waste waiting,
painting the sidewalk
curdled and chalky

Now the white begins
to drip under the sun and
i walk to work with my shoes squelching in
melted worm